Hooking - Kristine Allen Page 0,34

to my stomach. Using his large, capable hands, he hoisted my hips in the air and slid back into my wet core. Whimpering in surprising need, I clutched the sheets in my fingers and ignored the comforter wadded up under my waist. My face buried in the pillow, I waited for him to move.

His hand pulled my hair loose from the bun, and it curtained around me. “Fuck, I love your hair,” he said under his breath before he palmed the back of my skull, then gathered a handful of my hair and pulled my head up.

My back was tightly arched, and he growled into my ear. “I’m going to ruin you for other men, baby. I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t walk right for a week.”

“Okay,” I greedily whispered.

“Okay?” he clarified. I nodded the best I could with my hair fisted in his hand. He sighed into my neck before nibbling along the side and kissing that sensitive area where my neck met my shoulder.

He let me lie back down and gripped my hips tightly. I thought I’d remembered that first night with crystal clarity. I was so very wrong. He either reminded me, or he went above and beyond.

I found out that hockey players don’t only play hard, they fuck harder.

And it was glorious.

With animalistic abandon, he drove into me. Rapid, hard, and deep.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn perfect. Beautiful. Perfect. Motherfucking voodoo pussy,” he chanted with each thrust.

My eyes popped open in shock when I realized I had another orgasm barreling down on me. “Oh my God! I’m going to come again!”

“You’re goddamn right you are,” he ground out as he didn’t pause. Pleasure like I’d never experienced before blasted me.

A few more strokes, and his fingers dug into my hips as he roared. Through my own aftershocks, I could feel him pulsing within me. He gave one last shuddering lunge, then pulled me with him until we rested on our sides.

Sweaty and with our chests heaving, we lay there in shock.

“Jesus,” he muttered into the back of my neck.

“I agree,” I mumbled into the pillow, uncaring of my hair plastered to my face.

Vaguely, I was aware of him leaving the bed but returning to spoon me. With his heavy arm wrapped around me and his hand tucked into my cleavage, I fell asleep.

I’m not sure what woke me, but it was still dark outside. The TV was still on but paused on the game he’d been watching earlier.

And there was a heavy weight on the lower half of my body.

Blinking away the sleep from my eyes, I tried to focus on what was lying on me. A soft rumble vibrated through my thighs, and I raised my head with a confused frown. My eyes bugged when they met the glowing green of two eyes staring back at me.

Unable to speak, I fumbled my hand around until I encountered the warm skin of the man next to me. First, I gave him a little poke. When there was no response, I nudged him. After that got me nothing, I slapped him repeatedly until he grunted.

“Mm. What?” His head lifted, and he gave me the same look I imagined I’d had. A sleepy look of disorientation.

“There’s a fucking leopard on me!” I whisper-yelled in a near panic. The thing lying on me continued to stare as its growl rumbled through me.

“A what?” he asked in bewilderment.

“That!” I pointed at the baby leopard I was sure wanted to eat me. His gaze followed the direction I indicated, then he flopped back down on his pillow. The cat’s tail flicked back and forth, and I whimpered as I waited for it to pounce.

“That’s Victor. He’s a Savannah cat. He’s not going to hurt you,” he mumbled. Then he promptly fell asleep again.

Fell.

Asleep.

While I was afraid for my life, he went back to sleep. A soft snore proved my assumption was correct. Sweet Jesus.

My gaze swung back to the cat. “Hey, Victor,” I tried in a tremulous voice. The cat tipped his head and looked at me with curiosity of his own. He inched closer to my face, and I held my breath.

Slowly, he crept closer. And closer.

Until his nose touched mine.

The thing was huge. And so heavy it was difficult to breathe. Then he did the craziest thing—he rubbed his face along my jaw and the side of his teeth moved along my skin. He did that to both sides before he shoved his big head into the